He Loves Me

Fall weather settled in yesterday. We actually had to turn on the heat, and, to all of my Northern friends, you can stop laughing because I realize a high of 51is not that cold. I've been here long enough, though, that it feels freezing, and poor Evan was actually watching for snow. We're officially Southern.

 

As I am a huge fan of traditions, we have a first cold day of fall tradition. I make fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie:

 For this particular pie, I had the help of all the neighbor girls and Issa. Issa was the only one who had ever made a pie, and it was hysterical. We didn't need a box or a crust already in a pan. Then, I let them crack the eggs. I love teaching little ones to bake. I also realized I am very spoiled by a girl who already knows how to do so much. We did a lot of backtracking yesterday.

After dinner, the man who loves me humors me and put a fire in the fireplace:

We all snuggled on the couch to watch the fire and "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown." It was lovely...and warm in so very many ways.

 

I love our traditions, and I recognize that I am a bit neurotic in the number. I realize we celebrate everything, but life is worth celebrating. And I am so very grateful that I am married to a man who loves me enough to jump right in and create memories.